"By the way, I had too many dreams last night, and I accidentally drowned myself in them."
"When I woke up, I thought I would never come back."
"I dreamed about a lot of hateful things."
"But dreams should always be the opposite."
"So I plan to travel."
"If you don't leave here, you will be killed tonight."
The girl with cobalt blue eyes and metallic gray ear-length straight hair raised her satchel with her back to the rising sun. Her hands were empty and she was alone, walking away from the suburban hut towards the farther skyline.
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1. I have been thinking, and I have been unable to figure it out. I have been thinking for a long, long time: Do geniuses have to live in more pain than fools in this world? Isn't my life completely in my own hands? Is talent a gift or a curse? Do I need to hate my fate to distract myself from the anguish of my own powerlessness?
I have been thinking about it, and I have been unable to figure it out. I have been thinking about it for a long, long time.
2. But the flowers are beautiful, people are singing, and Pokémon still live as innocently and conventionally as before, so I can still move forward, and the unpleasantness and pain in my throat are just my own business.
3. I said that caring about fate is essentially giving up to fate. All legends prove that we will be destroyed in the past, present, and future, but we are not destroyed yet, so don't be like what is said in fate. We are not legends either.
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A native of Pokemon, the sister of a genius adventurer, gifted with mind reading, although she unfortunately suffers from dreaminess, she is a human child who has been loved and grown up, and is my ideal cute wine god.
Concept: An adventurer is someone who pays his life in advance to get the price.
[Spell Return] the Cafe at the End of the Street